Don’t bow down to Big Brother

One of the things which has saddened me during this panicdemic is the spinelessness of the once great British public.

It has permitted itself to be coerced, brain-washed, frightened out of its wits and has surrendered its basic human rights and its civil liberties. Indeed, it has begged the all-toowilling authoritarian regime to impose house-arrest and a police state.

Now, it has demanded compulsory face-coverings when using public transport and also when in shops.

Your columnist Ed McConnell thinks it is reasonable to force those of us who have enjoyed at least mask-free shopping during the ridiculous lock-down, to don face-coverings now that infection rates are minimal in order to encourage the frightened rabbits to leave their burrows and face the germ-laden outside world. If they are so scared, they should remain where they are. I have been discouraged from enjoying rail travel by the sight of the Gestapo (formerly known as the police) patrolling the station area and now, just when I was looking forward to a summer shopping spree, Big Brother Boris and Mad Matt, always on the lookout for further ways in which to exercise their sadistic powers on the public, have decreed maskwearing in shops.

Halifax and Nationwide have decreed that I must not deposit money in my savings accounts as it is ‘non-essential banking.’ But shopping is in order.

Perhaps my friends can order goods for me online? I shall certainly not be eating in restaurants where Big Brother demands we must leave our contact details.

Grow up, scaredy-cats and start living in the real world.

Miss V Hemsley-Flint

The Street, Wormshill